The little peacock still vaguely resembled the green sparrow from before, but its feathers were now longer, more splendid, and not vulgarly shiny, but rather a restrained extravagance, like silk.
Most noticeably, its tail feathers appeared as if they were dragging a cluster of green-red flames.
Yu Xian could almost imagine how astonishingly beautiful it would be when the tail feathers were fully fanned out.
"Green Phoenix?"
Yu Xian called out softly, crouching down, extending a hand, and wearing the gentlest smile he could muster.
"Do you remember me?"
The Green Phoenix, who was pecking at some mysterious liquid inside the eggshell, turned its head to look up and down at Yu Xian.
Its eyes were very lively, making one feel that what was in front of them was not a bird, but a little girl sizing up a strange uncle.
"Are you Green Phoenix's servant?"
Green Phoenix suddenly spoke human language, in the voice of a little girl.
